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gone to the same boarding school as Serena, but now he was away
at college, and she missed him terribly.
Just as she was leaving the apartment, her mother caught sight of
her and would have made her change her clothes if Serena hadn’t
been so late.
“This weekend,” her mother said, “we’re going shopping, and I’m
taking you to my salon. You can’t go around looking like that here,
Serena. I don’t care how they let you dress in boarding school.”
Then she kissed her daughter on the cheek and went back to bed.
“Oh my God, I think she’s asleep,” Kati whispered to Laura.
“Maybe she’s just tired,” Laura whispered back. “I heard she got
kicked out for sleeping with every boy on campus. There were
notches in the wall above her bed. Her roommate told on her, that’s
the only way they found out.”
“Plus, all those late-night chicken dances,” Isabel added, sending
the girls into a giggling frenzy.
Blair bit her lip, fighting back the laughter. It was just too funny.
If Jenny Humphrey could have heard what the girls in the senior
class were saying about Serena van der Woodsen, her idol, she
would have punched their lights out. The minute Prayers was
dismissed, Jenny pushed past her classmates and darted out into
the hallway to make a phone call. Her brother Daniel was going to
totally lose his shit when she told him.
“Hello?” Daniel Humphrey answered his cell phone on the third ring.
He was standing on the corner of Seventy-seventh Street and West
End Avenue, outside Riverside Prep, smoking a cigarette. He
squinted his dark brown eyes, trying to block out the harsh October
sunlight. Dan wasn’t into sun. He spent most of his free time in his
room, reading morbid, existentialist poetry about the bitter fate of
being human. He was pale, his hair was shaggy, and he was rockstar
thin.
Existentialism has a way of killing your appetite.
“Guess who’s back?” Dan heard his little sister squeal excitedly into
the phone.
Like Dan, Jenny was a bit of a loner, and when she needed someone
to talk to, she always called him. She was the one who had bought
them both cell phones.
“Jenny, can’t this wait—” Dan started to say, sounding annoyed in
the way that only older brothers can.
“Serena van der Woodsen!” Jenny interrupted him. “Serena is back
at Constance. I saw her in Prayers. Can you believe it?”
Dan watched a plastic coffee-cup lid skitter down the sidewalk. A
red Saab sped down West End Avenue through a yellow light. His